Death's Last Days With the Dying

The Poor Unfortunate Woman

Memory 069

The purple lasso appeared for a split second before vanishing from sight. Prudence's doppelgänger revealed its true identity. Appendages of freaky proportions. Lifeless, black eyes. A jagged row of teeth inside a big mouth. Aghast, her mouth froze wide open in silence before letting out a defeated cry when the giant stinger on the insectoid's back rocked back and forth with greenish fluid as if taunting her.

“Do something, Prudence,” I blurted, much to my surprise. But she said nothing.

The insectoid let out a hiss of happiness before stabbing Prudence's would-be rescuee, oh poor unfortunate woman, to the heart.